Nine Months after Klara was Impregnated....
Devin was a little dizzy. His hand's circulation was cut off, and his vision was blurry enough- all he could comprehend were screams.
"Breathe," he demanded.
"Shut UP!" Klara responded after she took a gasp of breath. She was deep in labor, holding Devin's hand, and her legs were spread open for the doctors to see.
"You're not doing a great job at this labor thing," Devin complained, "Did you not practice any of the breathing exercises I sent you?"
"Shut up before I kill you, Devin," she said through gritted teeth. Sweat was building up on her eyebrows. Devin had to admit, she did look like she was in pain.
He wasn't feeling too nice because of his nerves. His baby was on their way. How could he relax? In the meantime, he had yelled at both Klara and the doctors. The doctors were more understanding.
He was afraid Klara might actually try to kill him.
"That was the biggest contraction so far," one of the nurses say. And Devin could feel sweat from the chaos of it all on his forehead. "I think she's dilated enough to start pushing."
"Oh god," Klara moaned. She somehow gripped Devin's hand harder. Devin wished Sam was allowed to be there with him.
"Okay," the doctor started,"Take a deep breath, and then push."
Klara did as instructed, and boy did she scream as she attempted to push the baby out. Devin didn't blame her. He saw how small that hole was. A baby was supposed to push through there?
After a while of more pushing, the doctor exclaimed that the baby had crowned, which Devin remembered that process being called "The Ring of Fire" in his baby book. Klara had tears streaming down her face, screaming, and Devin was afraid for a moment that she might die.
Suddenly, after a few more long minutes of screaming and pushing, the doctor announced, "It's out!" And suddenly the nurses joined to aid in the quick process of detaching the baby.
Devin then heard little cries. His beard started beating harder, as he looked away from Klara to a little crying bloody bundle over in the doctor's hands.
"It's a girl," someone said.
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Klara was asleep when they brought back the baby, small and fragile. Devin got to hold a real baby for the first time, and he understood Nick's persistence in supporting the baby's head.
She was like a doll; her face soft and sweet. She didn't cry much after she was swaddled and given a little hat. Devin brushed a finger over her rosy cheek. His heart grew fonder when he felt warmth underneath his hands. There was blood running through this baby- his blood. She had a little mouth, little closed eyes, and a button nose.
He could feel her breathing against his arm. This kid was his. She was in his arms, and it still didn't feel real.
"You're mine," he said out loud, to make it feel a little more real. To make the statement exist. Then it dawned on him that this little face he was staring at was going to be in his life forever.
"You're mine," he said again, and it felt even more real. He felt a lot of emotions. He felt scared he would do something wrong. He felt tired from all the chaos. But mostly, he felt love. It flittered in his heart like a butterfly.
This baby was his. And he felt like he was going to cry.
A knock on the door disrupted his emotions, and Nick walked in. Klara's parents showed up, only in case something went wrong. They didn't want to see the baby. They already established it upon arrival.

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